Flopping My Big Heavy Cock at Your Face

Cheri had been obsessed with the weight of it again.

Not the hardness. The actual, physical heaviness—the way his soft or half-hard cock would lift and then drop with real mass, the dull, fleshy sound it made when it landed, the way it would feel if it flopped directly against someone’s face. She kept picturing the camera as a face, close enough that every swing would feel personal.

She told him while she was already on her knees one morning, his soft cock resting heavy against her cheek.

“Flopping it at their face,” she said, voice low. “Soft or half-hard. Just the weight. I want them to feel like it’s about to hit them.”

Manny looked down at her. His cock gave a slow, heavy twitch against her skin.

“Set the camera close.”

That evening she positioned it lower and tighter than usual, angled so the lens would feel like a face only inches away. Soft lighting. She stripped completely, already wet from the idea, and stood naked behind the camera with three fingers slowly working in and out of her soaked pussy while she watched the monitor. Manny sat where she told him, legs spread, soft thick cock hanging heavy and full between his thighs.

Her voice came through the mic low, intimate, and almost hungry.

“Look at it. Soft. Heavy. Thick even like this. He’s going to lift it… and flop it right at your face. Don’t look away. Feel the weight coming toward you.”

Manny’s eyes stayed fixed on her naked body just out of frame. Cheri’s fingers made soft, wet sounds as she spoke.

“Feel how heavy it is already. The way it hangs. The way it’s going to drop. Keep your eyes on it. This is going to feel close.”

She reached over and paused the recording. The red light died. Instantly she stepped between his legs, dropped to her knees, and took the soft head into her mouth. She sucked wet and slow, working him with both hands until the cock thickened against her tongue. She pulled off, spit a thick trail onto the head, and rubbed her soft, heavy tits up and down the growing length, smothering it between them. Then she turned, lowered herself, and dragged her dripping pussy lips slowly along the underside of his shaft, coating him from base to tip. When he was heavier, thicker, and starting to firm she stood, wiped her mouth, and stepped back behind the camera, already trembling.

She hit record again.

“Look at it now,” she murmured, voice still soft while her fingers slid back inside herself. “Heavier. Fuller. Watch him lift it… and flop it right toward your face.”

On camera, Manny slowly lifted the thick shaft and let it drop forward. The heavy length swung toward the lens with real weight and landed with a soft, fleshy sound. Cheri’s breath caught.

“Again,” she said. “Harder. Let them feel the mass of it.”

He lifted and dropped it again, the thick cock flopping heavily toward the camera. Cheri’s fingers pushed deeper.

She paused the camera once more. This time she crawled between his legs and took him deep, throat working around the head while she stroked what she couldn’t fit. She pulled off with a wet gasp, turned around, and backed up until the thick shaft nestled in the cleft of her ass. She ground slowly, coating him, then reached back and rubbed the head up and down her soaked folds without letting him inside. When both of them were breathing harder she stopped, stood, and returned behind the camera, three fingers already buried in herself.

Record.

“Watch it flop,” she said, voice lower and tighter. “Big. Heavy. Right at your face. Feel how close it is. Feel how much it would weigh if it landed on your cheek or your tongue. Keep staring.”

Manny lifted and dropped the cock in slow, deliberate swings, the heavy length moving with clear momentum toward the lens. Cheri’s fingers worked faster, the wet sounds growing louder.

She paused one last time. Climbed onto the bed, straddled his thighs, and ground her soaked, dripping pussy along the underside of his cock while he continued the slow flopping motions above her. She rubbed herself against the thick shaft until she was shaking and leaving wet streaks all over him, then returned behind the camera, thighs slick.

“Final set,” she said, voice strained. “Just the weight. Just the flop. Right at your face. Don’t look away.”

She let the camera run while Manny slowly lifted and dropped his heavy cock toward the lens again and again, until her own legs were trembling. Then she stopped the recording. The red light died.

The second the camera was off, Cheri’s control snapped.

She shoved Manny onto his back, climbed on top of him, and sank down onto his thick, spit-and-pussy-slick cock in one messy, desperate drop. A broken, wordless sound spilled out of her. She didn’t ride him with any rhythm or technique—she just bounced and ground like her brain had switched off, tits swinging, mouth hanging open, eyes glassy and unfocused.

“F-fuck—heavy cock—nngh—”

She came almost immediately, hard and sloppy. Her pussy clamped down and a heavy spray of fluid gushed out around his shaft, soaking his stomach. She didn’t stop or even slow down. She kept slamming her hips down, moaning like a brainless slut, drooling a little as another orgasm ripped through her almost on top of the first. More wetness poured out of her, messy and uncontrolled.

Manny just held her hips and let her use him. Cheri’s voice dissolved into dumb, high, unbroken whimpers and gasps. She came a third time with a full-body shudder, squirting harder, thighs shaking violently. Then a fourth—longer, wetter—her pussy making filthy, rhythmic squelching sounds as she kept bouncing through it like she couldn’t remember how to stop.

By the fifth she was practically sobbing, forehead dropped against his chest, still grinding in mindless circles, still cumming in messy waves that left both of them drenched. The sixth hit while she was barely moving at all, just twitching and leaking around him, completely fucked-out and vacant, a stupid little smile on her face as the last pulses of wetness leaked out of her.

She collapsed forward, still impaled, breathing hard and drooling slightly against his collarbone, completely spent and brainless.

Manny stroked her hair once.

Cheri made a soft, satisfied, completely empty sound and nuzzled closer, still full of him, still dripping, the last of her thoughts clearly gone.